I was sitting on the other side of a desk in what appears to be an interview. The man sitting at the desk on the opposite side was writing in a rather large ledger book placed on the desk before him. There was one window to the side of the room illuminating direct sunlight. Behind the man at the desk were book shelves filled with old books.
Towards the end of the dream I stand up and approach him as he appears to be finalizing a paper by stamping it. I felt gratified by what the man was doing - he seemed familiar to me. As he stamped something into his ledger book, I became excited and told him this is SWEET! He agreed then suddenly my alarm went off and I had to wake up for school. I tend to wonder if the man was a character from my story and that I was being accepted citizenship into one of the societies of that story.
I have been writing the stories quite a bit, but I also recall cashing my paycheck and watching the bank stamp it. Perhaps they corelated together...